"inspirational"タグの名言

It's not about perfect. It's about effort. And when you bring that effort every single day, that's where transformation happens. That's how change occurs.

You can grow like a tall tree, when you enjoy the sun, wind, rain, storms and the stars in the dark nights.

Think the tree that bears nutrition: though the fruits are picked, the plant maintains fruition. So give all the love you have. Do not hold any in reserve. What is given is not lost; it shall return.

Someone is always going to try to knock you down and take your place. It is up to you to fight for what you want.

The problem is not that you have problems; the problem is that you see having problems as a problem.

We train the mind so that we can enjoy greater peace, happiness, wisdom & equanimity.

Neatness and cleanliness is not a function of how rich or poor you are but that of mentality and principle.

Que les poètes morts laissent la place aux autres. Et nous pourrions tout de même voir que c'est notre vénération devant ce qui a été déjà fait, si beau et si valable que ce soit, qui nous pétrifie, qui nous stabilise et nous empêche de prendre contact avec la force qui est dessous, que l'on appelle l'énergie pensante, la force vitale, le déterminisme des échanges, les menstrues de la lune ou tout ce qu'on voudra.

Till tomorrow good sir one must but gaze at stars

Our father came to sleep in our house that night. He carried a small suitcase with a black mourning suit and a pair of polished shoes. Corrigan stopped him as he made his way up the stairs. 'Where d'you think you're going?'Our father gripped the bannister. His hands were liverspotted and I could see him trembling in his pause. 'That's not your room,' sad Corrigan. Our father tottered on the stairs. He took another step up. 'Don't,' said my brother. His voice was clear, full, confidant. Our father stood stunned. He climbed one more step and then turned, descended, looked around, lost. 'My own sons,' he said. We made a bed for him on a sofa in the living room, but even then Corrigan refused to stay under the same roof; he went walking in the direction of the city center and I wondered what alley he might be found in later that night, what fist he might walk into, whose bottle he might climb down inside.

Into adulthood through which everyone is always in a different way. Do not feel left out because of it. So, do not worry about it. Since everyone has experienced the same thing.

Know that no friendships or relationships are ended even after a great argument, time is the key to healing, and everyone will come back at some point or another no matter what.

If you want to inspire someone, give them a vision of their future self.

This wait is worth it.

I grind in spite of your hatred, insecurity, jealousy, or fear that I might move forward. That...is what winners do.

Don’t just dare to reach your goals—get excited. So excited that you awaken others to surround you, and in turn, help motivate them to reach their goals while they help propel you towards yours.

Tea is slow. In growing. In drinking. In enjoying. It makes sense. Good things take time.

Don't let your genie (inner potential) wait for ever

Dust settles. Champions don’t.

Regardless of how low a person stoops, it is never too late to uncover a redemptive epiphany. Can I mine an inspirational ray of motivation from my darkest thoughts that allows me to confront the commonplace disorders and tragic interruptions of life? What physical, mental, and emotional strumming make up the tinderbox that produces the moral tension that gives meaning to the life of an ordinary person? Amongst the chaos, confusion, and compromises that mark existence, how do we go about understanding ourselves? How do we become in touch with our personal band of raw emotions? Does self-transformation commence by admitting illicit impulses, irrational thoughts, disturbing habits, mythic misgivings, and stinted worldview? Do we learn through deconstructing our maverick experiences or through intellectual abstraction? In order to move forward in life, is it sometimes necessary to dissect ourselves? Would it prove helpful systematically to take apart nightmarish experiences that seemly never let go of a person?